I took my camera along to the antique mall yesterday. We came home empty handed but had fun looking around. It was a whopping 15 degrees and sunny, a good day to get out and shake off some cabin fever.
The place is huge, encompassing several stories and hundreds of booths worth of treasures. The prices are reasonable too. It's sort of like an indoor flea market minus the smell of bratwurst and fried donut holes.
I spied a few colorful vintage quilts!
I intended to buy this Frankoma Pottery clover-shaped dish, and I carted it around for awhile before handing it to Norm so I could take a picture of something. He noticed a pretty good chip out of one edge (about eleven o'clock in this photo). Aw...there's one that got away.
If you have a fear of clowns, you may want to look past this next one. This may be the creepiest clown picture of all time. I cannot imagine a scenario in which someone actually would want this framed and on the wall, except maybe at Halloween. The stuff of nightmares, I tell you.
If that doesn't give you the willies, I don't know what will. Maybe this?
An angry chicken pulling a toddler in a cart...charming or creepy? Yeah, I'm thinking the latter.
Now this next one really intrigued me. What in the world is going on here?
A man of the cloth accompanying a woman whose hands are behind her back, I imagine lashed together in some way. The cart is flanked by a mob carrying bayonets. Other than that, our gal Ginger looks ready for a party (a good old-fashioned stake burning or gallows swinging?) while the man in black looks like the remorseful one. Fascinating.
And also creepy.
There was plenty of Pyrex, all of which stayed safely in situ.
This little piggy was tempting, though. It gave me a chuckle.
There was an old tackle box full of sweet vintage valentines, all addressed in pencil to "Gladys" on the back. I'm grateful to Gladys for preserving her colorful collection for posterity.
Norm was a fan of this fan, and about a dozen others.
Seventies orange lunch box, anyone? But wait, there's more...
Ever wonder why people were skinnier back in the day? Because Farrah hair was labor intensive, and lunch hour was the perfect time for a cup of coffee, a few cigs, a piece of Ayds candy, and a touch-up. Don't ask me how I know.